I woke to tears this morning. My own tears. I had no reason to cry and yet, they flowed.. I don't know if they were happy tears or sad tears.. it doesn't even matter. When I left for camp this morning I turned to face this path. I have walked this path all of my life as this road has always been the road we used to enter the woods even as a child. Looking upon it, the trees held drops of rain that sparkled like the tears held in my eyes. Poison ivy and muscadine now grows over my old road as it should.. I realized in this moment like much of my life, this path has been retired. There is a new path before me. A less worn down road. A place of adventure and possibility. Fare the well old road may you live held in the past..
Perception
Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing.
~ Khalil Gibran, The Prophet
Up
May what I do flow from me like a river, no forcing and no holding back, the way it is with children.
~ Rainer Maria Rilke
Sapsucker
Education is not learning of facts, but the training of the mind to think.
~ Albert Einstein
